St. Landry democrat., 1887-01-22

| Terence.
You know well enough, or can guess.
We mustn't be parted, my dear girl; I
can't run up to New Harmony every
time I make trip down this way
Think of the long winter. Don't you
want to see me this winter?''
"Oh-yes," she admitted with a
gasp.
II want to see you. Iwant to have
you entirely to myself, to look forward
to every time I come in off the road.
Let's get married"
Beetrus visibly expanded and con-
tracted with a great breath.
sect on the train and 90 over to Ev-
ansville with me, and Wen have the
minister tie the knot there. Then
home. And a nice little private set of
rooms, all quiet and to ourselves, and
| no relations to bother u.s.
"But mas fixed things to 90 up to
New Harmony for the winter" whis-
pered Beetrus, struggling with this
vision. "And she wouldn't change her
mind so suddenly-'specially as she
doesn't know you real we'll"
ut isn't ma | want to marry" ar
gued Poundstone, using his winning
smile. IN drop my relations, and
you can surely do the same.
drop maj
leave her a little while. Let her
60 up to New Harmony, you know"
"And what do you mean about drop
ping your relations?' demanded Bee
trus, growing straighter and more self
assured, and burning more wildly in
the cheeks. "That they wouldn' want
to be acquainted with ma and me? No,
sir; | amt going to let her 60 up to
New Harmony alone; and / never
would seriously have you unless she
knew all about it and was willing. She
might have read your letters if she want
ed to; she knows about them. I never
did any thing in my life that ma told
me not to do
II thought five minutes talk on this
subject would bring you to reason,'
demonstrated Poundstone.
Then you didn't calculate right"
$50 it seems"
I'm not the girl you took me for.'
"Do you want to break off with me
entirely?" he exclaimed, with heat.
"4es-come to that DOR cried
Beetrus, flinging his letters at him,
two futtering uncertain, but one
nodded by the grip of her hand and
darling like missile. II believed in
you, and see how you've treated mer'
"My darling girlH'
Don't you come around in my sight
any more. And 60 marry somebody
that won't cause any dropping. l can
stand it,
81 believe you can," he sneered.
Eyes, indeed; | can stand it. So good
bye to you"
Saying which, Beetrus turned and
scudded off, through Spanish needles
and Doggy spots, until his first half
uttered remonstrance had been for
some time changed into language OF
another sort. 1t seemed long before
Beetrus found a log on which she could
lraw herself, face downward, with her
arms stretched beyond her head. The
White Dove moved off from Wabash
landing two hours behind her APP
pointed time. She was dirty little
ooat, carrying a miscellaneous freight,
,ut among the barrels on the after
leck some hard-favored and much
Whitfield chairs had been placed for
3eetrus and her mother.
The young girl herself stood by the
ope which served for railing, and saw
Ter own heartache color all those fair
distances. DoWny swells of remote
'anks and bold juts of rock were copied
n the river, so ruffieless did it seem to
lie even when the strong current was
moving. A blue heron stood at the
water edge meditating, with one foot
tainted on sand and the other tucked
lp invisibly. 1t slightly spread its
mighty wings, shook them, and folded
hem again to place, without appearing
o break the trance of its downward ]
tare. When the White Dove churned
long, shadows stretched upon the
Wabash. Now it was very late after
DON, and now it threatened to be even
1g, with hint that by and by it would |
e night, when you might expect the !
-oods to make deep black borders '
long the river, and the canopy Of stars {
} look smeared by the little steamers l
When Beetrus was pale and tired she S
lrned and leaned against her mother q
AN ample, indulgent woman, who i
evertheless had one bristling mole c
pom the right side of her face. She q
roke the tacit silence in which they c
ad begun their journey by declaring: a
Ma, I love you" c
'You don't often put body out tell a